Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Seventeen

Cheryl and Seline made their way into the school, striding in silence after the oldest Lodge's comment. Every time Cheryl looked over to Seline, ready to bring up what she just said, the oldest Lodge shushed her with a finger to her lips.

"Why bring it up if we aren't gonna talk about it?" Cheryl pouted before quickly delving out a slew of questions, "What's up with Jughead's dad? Does this have to do with last night? Are you in with the Southside Serpents? Are you a Serpent Hiss? Are you with Jughead's dad?"

Seline calmly walked the halls, the buzz of others conversations drowning out their own. 

She carefully reached up and clamped her hand over Cheryl's red lips and leaned into her ear, "I need you to listen very carefully, Maple. And I need you to not repeat a single word to anyone, especially Juggy, about this or I will show you how I got kicked out of boarding school."

Cheryl looked over to her friend and slowly nodded. Seline released her hand from her friends mouth and sighed, "I met Juggy's dad before I met him. It was a one-night thing, I don't even want to talk about it. It's stupid now."

The redhead's eyes lit up, already begging to know more. "You have to give me all of the details. I mean it, all of them." She lined her thumbnail in her teeth as she grinned coyly at Seline, "Is he packing heat?"

Seline scoffed at her friend with a grin, restraining herself from answering the question as they went to first period.

Across town, FP forced himself out of bed with a groan, only to look out of his window and roll over on his side. He rubbed his hand across his face, going over what happened the night before. 

"Fuck," He groaned, remembering that he kicked Seline out of his bed. 

FP put his feet to the floor and shifted to stand, glancing around his room with a grimace. He thought of not getting up, or at least grabbing a beer before he returned to his bed. 

As he rubbed his palms into his eye sockets, FP remembered the sweet smell of Seline's skin and her taste. He sat back quickly, shaking his head as he got up. 

FP was not about to fall back into the habit, to not go find Seline because he told her exclusively that they were done. They weren't even a proper relationship and FP couldn't just pick her up anytime he wanted. 

Getting dressed, the older man ran his fingers through his hair before clearing his throat. He shuffled through his home, stopping to splash water on his face and brush his teeth, then grabbed his keys and left. 

Seline and Cheryl sat close together, leaning into each other as they whispered back and forth. The Lodge girl crossed her legs, her ankle brushing along Cheryl's calf. 

"He's a beautiful man," Seline offered to her red-haired friend, "but he's so fickle. He brings up his wife and expects it to be over." 

Cheryl tittered, reaching out to squeeze her friend's wrist. "You're bad. Is he good?" 

During the Biology lesson, the two girls continued to giggle as Seline admitted to what happened the previous night, only up until kissing Jughead. 

Seline made Cheryl swear that she wouldn't say a word, then glanced over to Archie staring at them. 

"You ever thought of going after him, hmm?" Seline whispered as Cheryl's lips curled into a kind grin at Archie. 

"I don't think he's looking at me, Seline."

The oldest Lodge rolled her eyes, "Ugh, he seems like Ronnie's type anyways. I wanna know your type," Seline nudged her friend in the shoulder. 

After first period was over, the intercom called out for Seline to report to the main office. She raised a brow to her friend, only to squeeze Cheryl's forearm and tell her that she'd catch up soon. 

Seline kept her head high as she strode to the front office, wondering if it was her mom telling her that she'd impound the bike if it took up any space of their townhouse lot. Instead, she stopped as she turned into the doorway and smelled the distinct musk of cigarettes. 

"Seline," FP sighed, leaning against the counter as his eyes scanned over her stature quickly, "we should...talk." 

The oldest Lodge tilted her head slightly at the man, a faint grin beginning to emerge on her lips, "Of course, Mr. Jones. What...can I do for you?"